A morning brings hope

Shiban Kalla

It was about to set, not visible moon

Alone near the window of my room

Started sounding

Tip Tip Tip....

Pointing in my deep ear

I could smell the spell of fear

Like that of woodpecker

Death seems to be too near

Feel my home is no more safe

My village, my town, is all lake

Could anyone hold my hands

Feels I far away from my lands

Hold my head, feel I am dead

As the pious water is blood red

A mother, a sister, a brother

It is suffering like no other

My garden, my home destroyed

All of a sudden came a strong breeze

Which made me bow on my knees

The sun was not visible, it was night

But there was no help in sight

Morning I heard a big sound

Which brought hope all around.

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Courtesy:- Shiban Kalla and February 2015 Koshur Samachar